I think I’m too tired to know how tired I am. That’s how tired.
I’m just home from opera. Tuesday performances are tough, because I’ve been “over the hill” (I know, I know, I’m always over one hill … but I’m talking about another kind). I had students at UCSC today. The drive always tires me out. Then I got home to teach, but found out at the last minute that the student who hadn’t canceled due to illness wasn’t going to be coming after all. So that was one of those canceled lessons that was probably a blessing, although I really don’t like students to cancel. (I am starting to ponder charging by the month; already this week five of my students have canceled. And it’s only Tuesday!)
As I sat there for Act I all I could think of was how exhausted I felt. Well, and I also thought, “I don’t know how I’m going to play the second act solo.” But of course ya do what ya gotta do, and I played it, and it went well.
Even with an oboe that is giving me trouble.
Yep. Figures, doesn’t it? I have reeds, so the oboe says, “MY TURN!” Something is awry with the C#. If I adjust what I believe I’m supposed to adjust to allow me to play left D# while still holding down C# the C# is totally bonkers when I just play that. (The low C key is leaky.) So tomorrow I’ll pull out Sawicki’s instructions and see if I can figure this thing out.
This was Scott Bearden’s second of four performances. If you want to see and hear him in San Jose you probably want to come to one of the other two; I doubt he’ll grace us with his presence after this. I think the other cast is excellent as well, so you could also choose to hear that.
Or heck … come to both! Why not? 🙂
I was thinking of having a small bit of blackberry wine when I got home. Alas, Dan is already asleep. I don’t do the drinking thing alone. So it will have to wait. Wouldn’t ya know?
With all this writing about being tired I guess I should be a responsible puppy and get to bed.
